The silence in the break room was loud, but it was as comfortable as a blanket during winter when all she wanted was to hide under it.
Like now, she enjoyed the stillness as she took a piece of cloth and put it under running water.
Behind her, Tiel sat in silence, his gaze resting on her back with a curious expression, refusing to look away as Celeste walked over and gently wiped at his bloodied cheek.
The cut was thin yet deep.
Up close, Tiel was even more strikingly beautiful, with expressive gray eyes under a heavy set of long lashes, delicate cheekbones, and inviting lips.
Celeste placed a small, colorless bandage over the cut and then, daringly, placed a light kiss on it, feeling him hold his breath as she did so.
When she was done, Celeste put everything away. She knew Tiel held his silence to preserve the moment, but he was burdened by questions.